Susan said, 'Hello, Mitchell.'
He looked at us the same way Amy had, and then he recognized Susan. 'Susan Silverman. What the hell do you want?'
'We'd like to come and talk, Mitch.'
'About what?'
'About Amy,' Susan said, 'and April Kyle.'
'Get the hell out of here,' Poitras said, and slammed the door on my Herman survivor. Which did what it was there to do. It stopped the door ajar. I was always careful not to do that when I was wearing my Nikes.
'Mitch, let us in,' Susan said.
'Get your foot out of the door,' Poitras said in his scary voice, 'or I'll chop your balls off.'
I looked at Susan. 'Wouldn't that make you mad?' I said.
She didn't smile. She was intent on other things. Poitras shoved on the door. 'Here we go,' I said to Suze.
I put my right hand against the doorjamb and my left hand along the edge of the partly open door and slowly spread my arms. Poitras gave ground. The door opened wide enough for me to get my body in. When I did that, I got my back against the doorjamb and both hands on the half-open door and shoved. The door opened wide and Poitras stumbled back a step into his lavish front hall. I went in after him and Susan came after me. Poitras caught his balance and stretched his right arm out at me and pointed with his index finger.
'You fuck with me,' he said, 'and I'll blow you away.'
'Darth Vadar,' I said. 'That's who you sound like. Darth Vader. Scary as hell.'
Poitras jabbed his finger at me again. 'I'm warning you.'
He had on a white wash-and-wear shirt with his flowered tie unknotted and hanging down. There was no gun in sight, and he had no special reason to be carrying one, or, if he did, to have it concealed. The threat to blow me away was probably not literal. Still…
'Better safe than sorry,' I said to Susan.
I did a little shuffle inside step and hit Poitras a good sharp left hook on the chin. It knocked him down. While he was down, I got his arm twisted up behind him and helped him toward his feet. When he was back up, I shoved him against the wall face first and patted him down with my free hand. No gun. I let him go and stepped away.
'Mitchell,' I said, 'I can do that anytime I want to, and much harder. So stop trying to scare me to death and we'll go into your living room and sit down and'-I made an expostulating gesture by rolling hands'communicate.' I smiled at him.
Poitras's face had gotten very dark and his breath seemed short. I couldn't tell if it was passion or exhaustion. He was in dismal shape, but I'd been doing all the heavy work.
'Susan, you're going to have a lot of explaining to do about this. Who is this goon anyway?'
'Mr. Spenser, Mitchell,' Amy said. Her voice was as careful and artificial and unalive as it had been every other time she'd spoken in front of me. For all her voice showed, I had just given Poitras a Popsicle.
'Well, you better have a good explanation,' Poitras said. His breathing was still thick. He turned and went toward the living room, his belly preceding him like the cowcatcher on a locomotive.
When we were in the living room, Amy said, 'May I get you a drink?' She spoke first to Susan and then to me. We both declined.
Poitras remained standing, so did Susan. I could see she wasn't going to sit and let Poitras loom over her. I didn't care. I sat.
'You're really off base on this one, Susan,' Poitras said. The persistency of habit. He was still trying to bully her with his bulk. It's hard to scare the other side when the other side has just knocked you on your ass. Even if I hadn't hit him, I had learned some time ago that Susan was difficult to bully.
'This is really unprofessional, Susan. I can't believe you. This is way, way off base,' Poitras said. He didn't look at me.
Susan stepped closer to him. Fat as he was, he wasn't very tall, and in her high-heeled boots she was almost eye level. 'Shut up,' she said. The words cracked with energy. 'I am not interested either in your clichds about professionalism or your pathetic Bluto act. I am here to talk with April Kyle and I will do so right now.' She turned her head at Amy Gurwitz and snapped, 'Go get her. '
It was Mrs. Silverman the guidance teacher. In reflex Amy turned and started from the room.
Poitras said, 'Amy,' and she stopped. Two authority figures could play Ping-Pong with her.
Susan's voice shimmered with intensity as she spoke to Poitras. 'Do not be a bigger asshole than you are, Mitchell-get her. Bring her out here. Or there will be real trouble.'
I shook my head slightly at Susan. Unless we wanted the cops to come right now, it was better if Poitras didn't know what we knew. I didn't want him covering his tracks before we nailed him.
Poitras glanced at me from the corner of his eye and looked quickly away.
'I saw her come in, Fats,' I said. 'Either you bring her out or I'll go room by room through the place till I find her.'
'You can't do that,' Poitras said, and glared at me:
'Yes I can. I proved it a minute ago in the hall. Bring her out.'
Poitras glared harder. 'Someone ought to blow you right out of the water,' he said.
